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The Gongyuan is a special examination room for the Son of Heaven Examination, which itself belongs to a court institution and is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites. There are three principals, from the rank of the seventh rank, and a number of deacons below, who are responsible for daily affairs.

Lord Gu is one of the main things.

Some time ago, due to his busy work and hard work, Lord Gu was ill and took sick leave.

Today, when the Son of Heaven exam opened, he stood up and rushed over to be on duty.

"My lord, if you are not feeling well, you can go back and rest early. ”

A deacon saw that Master Gu's face was a little pale and coughed occasionally, so he spoke out to persuade him.

The Son of Heaven test was opened, and its own relevant personnel took over the Gongyuan. During this period, in order to avoid suspicion, the original staff in the hospital had nothing to do, just sat in the side hall and waited for the dispatch.

Judging from the order of the previous examinations of the Son of Heaven, the rules are clear, and there are very few accidents. And if there were, it was only a minor issue. At most, some scholars fainted during the exam and were carried out.

In order to prevent cheating, in the various processes of the Tianzi Exam, from the beginning of the registration and preparation, to the proposition questions, to the current invigilation inspection, there are several sets of teams doing things and supervising each other.

Including the marking of the examination papers after the exam, it is also encrypted layer by layer.

It is extremely difficult to prevent all kinds of prevention.

Master Gu didn't want to see Chen Tang enter the field and take the Tianzi test, but with his position and functions, he couldn't do it in the registration stage;

It has been raised to this day, and it is barely struggling.

In today's world, there are rules for many things, and if you want to violate the rules, you have to pay a price. Between gains and losses, there is always a weighing.

If Chen Tang was just an ordinary scholar, there would be many ways to deal with it. It's a pity that some of the indiscriminate means can't be taken out at all, otherwise, it will be done explicitly, and the situation will be out of control.

"Damn the Taoist......"

Master Gu cursed in his heart.

That night was supposed to be a great opportunity. Helplessly, let the Taoist get in the way and destroy it.

But now, there's no point in saying that.

Standing outside the door of the side hall, Lord Gu raised his eyes and watched. Not far from the next door is the examination room, separated by several walls, but at this time, flies can't fly in.

Then, you can only wait for the exam to be completed, and then look for opportunities.

A gust of wind blew, and Lord Gu coughed, feeling an inexplicable pressure. He held his head with both hands, stabilized himself, and opened his mouth to say, "Deacon Wu, I will take leave and go back to rest." ”

"Okay, sir, walk slowly. ”

......

In the examination room, the rooms are like beehives, densely arranged.

Today's weather is cold, and the brazier and charcoal fire in the room are burning, which looks a little stuffy.

The exam questions are open, not too difficult, at least not jerky, and belong to the kind of articles that everyone can write.

But in fact, such questions are subtle and the most innovative. But it's not enough to have new ideas, you have to be relevant to the current situation and speculate.

At such times, the test is often not the rhetoric of the article, but the human feelings.

This is also the main reason why some famous talents often fail in the examination room in the previous Tianzi examinations. Won't they make a fuss?

How can it be?

It's just that the talented people are unrestrained, unrestrained, and uncomfortable, so they are brushed off.

In the face of this question, the crowd of lifters had different expressions, some sat upright and pondered, some scratched their heads and scratched their cheeks, some lifted the pen several times, but repeatedly put it down, and some simply lay on the bed board and closed their eyes to meditate......

Chen Tang is also difficult to write.

Somehow, all of a sudden, I felt like I was hanging a heavy weight on my pen, and I couldn't write anything.

He was very human after all, and he quickly realized that something was wrong with this state.

Those who practice martial arts, when they reach the bottleneck, have the saying of "martial arts obstacles"; cultivators pay more attention to the "inner demons"; what about scholars?

Chen Tang has heard that some students are talented, diligent and memorized, and their performance is extremely good. But once he entered the examination room, he trembled, his wrists trembled, and he couldn't even grab a pen, as if he was crazy......

This is a psychological disorder and belongs to a type of mental illness.

Chen Tang felt that he seemed to have a problem now.

The horror of psychosis lies in its uncertainty, which cannot be seen or touched. The source of the disease is even more erratic, it may be an experience, it may be a trauma, or it may even be just a glimpse of something special......

When the stimulus is received at that time, it is suppressed at that time, it does not mean that it has been eliminated. On the contrary, it is hidden deeply, and once it swells up again, it will have a greater impact.

In the Chen Tang Mud Pill Palace, there is the blessing of heaven and man, and it has always been stable. But he understands that he is not immune to poison and waves. If you want to cultivate to that level, I am afraid that you will already be the legendary King Kong incorruptible body.

When I think about it, the cultivation of the bearded man is really amazing.

However, what is even more amazing is that he was trapped in a tree and could not get out.

Isn't that Song Siming even more terrifying?

Not to mention the yin behind it, an absolute behemoth, inexplicable.

Having said that, Chen Tang's ability to self-realize that something was wrong shows that the problem is not serious.

So, how did the problem come about?

Chen Tang simply posed and sat up.

The breath flows in the meridians, like a trickle of clear water, and everywhere you go, your heart is refreshing. Soon, he entered the state of unity between heaven and man: he was a human being, and "heaven" was the entire examination room.

With the improvement of cultivation, Chen Tang is now very efficient in entering the state, unlike when he first learned, he could barely enter after sitting for most of the day, and the state was not stable, and it would be destroyed if there was a little wind and grass.

Now he is quite familiar with the grasp of the state, and he has slowly become more comfortable.

In the state of unity between nature and man, Chen Tang's touch and capture of external things are very clear. Not only can you feel it, but you can also see it directly, and seeing its form and color is like entering a wonderful microcosm.

He felt that if the "Sutra of Good Cultivation" was practiced and reached the pinnacle of perfection, he was afraid that anytime, anywhere, with just one thought, he would be able to gain insight into the surroundings and break through the falsehood.

At that point, it was wonderful.

After a while, Chen Tang opened his eyes, and after a week, he keenly discovered the crux of the problem: it was pressure!

It is the pressure of having to take the Jinshi exam and the title of the gold list.

It's the pressure to rescue the beard......

The pressure has always been there, from the first day he came to this world, food and clothing, fame, cultivation, evil spirits, demons, and so on.

It's just that before that, Chen Tang carried it over.

However, a lot of pressure has always existed and accumulated. Today, when he was in the solemn and tense examination room, all the pressure was slammed and released, making Chen Tang's pen like a mountain and becoming heavy and stagnant.

If you find the crux of the problem, you need to self-regulate to alleviate it.

Well, it's not a big problem.

He suddenly smiled slightly, picked up the pen again, and began to write in ink.